Nosy asshole that I am, I was itching to ask about his sister, but
something in his tone of voice told me to put the personal inquisition off for another time.

"So
that's why you became a profiler?" I asked instead. "To try to make
sense of it, maybe keep it from happening to somebody else?" I
realized that I was asking this of myself as much as I was of him.

"No - I just always wanted to work for the Federal government, but I failed the Postal Service psych profile,"
he deadpanned and swallowed the rest of his coffee.